Nth Degree
See, I've been an underdog
For so fuckin' long
I begun to wonder what was wrong
But I mustered on
Come a long way
Since the days of the double cross
Still ain't got no love for y'all
So I cut him off
With a buzzin' saw
You ain't one to brawl
Little butterball
Try to touch the mic and bust a rhyme
I'll leave you with a busted jaw
I'm a verbal gunner, buckin' shots
I flow like rollin' thunder
Throwin' punches
Always dumping cluster bombs
Like the done to 'Nam
Hear the beat, bump-a-bump-a-bump
Nine Five, Diatribe
Why deny that I'm the son of God
Reciting line for line
Tongues are tied and stuck in knots
Some are not accustomed to the utter shock
Of the gutter talk
But I bet they love to bob their heads and nod
I never thought they'd get my songs
Too complex and raw
For the general public
But I'll never stop
I'm a deadly weapon drawn
Steady cocked and ready
Pop confetti when he rock
Check these secondary Fetti Waps
Pretendin' that they're gettin' guap
If anything, their envy's got
Them spendin' all their pennies
But they're definitely not the gentry
When the treasury is robbed
Aye yo
These celebrities are frauds
With false identities
You're not impressin' me at all
Get the balls to step to me
This petty pesky beef
Will never be resolved
When I have mentally evolved
To the nth degree
Technically I've entered the beyond
And I'll go on for centuries till all my enemies are gone
For so fuckin' long
I begun to wonder what was wrong
But I mustered on
Come a long way
Since the days of the double cross
Still ain't got no love for y'all
So I cut him off
With a buzzin' saw
You ain't one to brawl
Little butterball
Try to touch the mic and bust a rhyme
I'll leave you with a busted jaw
I'm a verbal gunner, buckin' shots
I flow like rollin' thunder
Throwin' punches
Always dumping cluster bombs
Like the done to 'Nam
Hear the beat, bump-a-bump-a-bump
Nine Five, Diatribe
Why deny that I'm the son of God
Reciting line for line
Tongues are tied and stuck in knots
Some are not accustomed to the utter shock
Of the gutter talk
But I bet they love to bob their heads and nod
I never thought they'd get my songs
Too complex and raw
For the general public
But I'll never stop
I'm a deadly weapon drawn
Steady cocked and ready
Pop confetti when he rock
Check these secondary Fetti Waps
Pretendin' that they're gettin' guap
If anything, their envy's got
Them spendin' all their pennies
But they're definitely not the gentry
When the treasury is robbed
Aye yo
These celebrities are frauds
With false identities
You're not impressin' me at all
Get the balls to step to me
This petty pesky beef
Will never be resolved
When I have mentally evolved
To the nth degree
Technically I've entered the beyond
And I'll go on for centuries till all my enemies are gone
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Mclaughlin
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